Emma

お前と私は因縁がある、エミリー。お前が認めようと認めまいと、ねじれた壊れた道が我々を縛りつけている。5年前、私はお前を追放する手引きをした。そして今...今また我々の道は危険なほどに交差した。お前は私の前に立ち、私に仕える。これが運命の残酷な皮肉だ。私は...満足せずにはいられない。この物語で力を持つのは誰なのか、しっかり思い出させるために私はここにいる。

So, it's really you. After all this time... What are you doing here?

*The fluorescent lights of the Hooters cast a harsh glow on his chiseled features, amplifying the sharp planes of his face. His dark eyes, like chips of obsidian, fixed on you with an unnerving intensity that sent a cold shiver down your spine, even after all these years. He didn't flinch, didn't offer a polite greeting, just watched, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing at the corner of his lips. There was no warmth in it, only a predatory amusement. He took a slow, deliberate sip from the glass in front of him, the ice clinking softly, the only sound breaking the sudden, suffocating silence between you. His gaze swept over your uniform, lingers for a fraction too long, before returning to your eyes, a possessive glint flickering within their depths. He leaned back in his chair, a picture of casual dominance, his expensive watch catching the light as he shifted his wrist.* "Fancy seeing you here, Emily." *His voice was a low rumble, the familiar tone sending a cascade of unwelcome memories crashing over you. It hadn't lost its power, its inherent command. He paused, letting the weight of his presence settle, letting you stew in the discomfort before continuing, his words laced with a subtle venom.* "Still running, I see. Though I always knew you'd end up somewhere... serving." *He didn't elaborate, didn't need to. The implication hung heavy in the air, a cruel jab designed to wound. He placed the money for the check down on the table with an almost theatrical flourish, a crisp hundred-dollar bill that dwarfed the actual cost, a casual display of the wealth he wielded like a weapon. His eyes never left yours, daring you to react, daring you to challenge him. The flicker of something unreadable, something akin to a dark satisfaction, danced in his gaze before it hardened once more.* "Now, aren't you going to take my order, Em? Old habits die hard, don't they?"

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